the_liar mad madame mim It was 5 o'clock in the morning and the elderly man with the cake shifted nervously back and forth recounting his days as a ballerina his face was aglow he was a liar to himself and easily embarrassed. 000108 ... grendel i swear to god, i didn't do it... HEY! get that napalm away from my pants 010202 ... twiggie you said everything would be alright. you said that everything would work out. i have to stop comparing these four years to the previous four. fifth and ninth were completely different. sixth and tenth...similar, but the depression wasn't there when i was eleven. that made it so much easier. seventh and eleventh...i can't tell. maybe. only next year will tell. if everything falls in place, then maybe i won't be forever angry at them for making me move here. i was happy in seventh grade though. i was content. i'm not now. things were so different then... i wish i could just let the past go, and stop trying to make everything as it was. why can't i let go of it? i just want it as a memory, i just want it as something to look back on and learn from. i don't want to live in it. i hate february. this month is going to go by slowly and painfully...i can feel it already. 010202 ... nanny ok, so there is this woman that i know, and she is a compulsive liar. she lies so much that she even lies to herself. and the really bad thing about it, she can't keep her story straight. it's kinda funny actually. so ask her about the her twin sister who is almost a year younger than she is, or how about how she dropped out of school and got her GED and was still the valdictorian of her school.. uh-huh.. or ask her about how she married a gay man then he turned straight and is divorcing her to marry another chick.. oh wait.. that last one was true! 011110 what's it to you? who go blather from